"John!" Sherlock yelled sitting up slightly from the sofa, when he got no response he yelled again, louder this time. "JOHN!" John sighed and walked through the door, "What do you want? I was busy!" Sherlock shrugged and sat up. "We've run out of tea." John was about to burst out laughing but he caught sight of Sherlock's ever-so-sincere expression and stopped himself. "You're serious?" He asked smiling. "Of course I am! Why would I joke about running out of tea? You need to go and get more." John's mouth hung open in shock. "Get it yourself!" he half shouted. "But..." Sherlock started but John cut him off "Go to the supermarket and buy some tea Sherlock. It isn't rocket science." Sherlock muttered "Rocket science is easy though..." John shook his head and went back downstairs to continue his conversation with Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock stood up and sighed over-dramatically. He grabbed his coat,scarf and wallet and headed out the door towards the supermarket.
Sherlock stood at the entrance to the supermarket absolutely mortified. "How do you find anything in this place?" he muttered to himself before heading off deeper into the supermarket he wandered around for about half an hour before finally finding the right aisle. His mouth hung slightly open as he scanned the hundreds of different types of tea. "I just want tea! I don't need 100 different types, how hard is it to just give me tea!?" he said out loud, attracting a few strange looks from people. He groaned as he looked at the tea again and decided to just pick up the box in front of him. He made his way to the checkout when his phone beeped with a text;
Can you get some milk too? -JW
Sherlock groaned louder and texted back,
Yes fine. -SH
'Milk is just milk after all there can't be different types of that...' he thought to himself heading off to back of the supermarket where he remembered seeing the milk. As he got there he groaned again. "They have different types of milk!?" He decided not to even bother thinking about it and grab the one that looked lightest to carry. He went and paid for the milk and the tea and got a cab back to Baker Street.
As he walked through the door of 221b John was waiting. "You got it?" Sherlock muttered a yes. "Why don't you... Make me a cup of tea then?" John said smirking, knowing he was testing Sherlock's patience. Sherlock, to John's surprise, agreed to make him a cup, secretly proud he'd managed to get both milk AND tea. He returned a few minutes later with a strangely coloured cup of tea. He handed it to John with a small smile. John sipped it nervously before spitting it out all over Sherlock. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" he yelled running toward the kitchen he picked up the tea bags first. "You got FLAVOURED tea!?" Sherlock followed him and shrugged as John picked up the milk "And CHOCOLATE milk!?" Sherlock just shrugged again and went to lie back on the sofa. "I'll do it myself next time." John muttered. Sherlock hid a smile, 'Mission accomplished' He thought to himself.
